 A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose...  Poems - Page 181by Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1846 - 235 pagesFull view - About this book
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...yields; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight—to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to...living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armour that I wear, This weight... | |
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...plain, I climh the height ; No hranchy thirket shelter yields; But hlessed forms in whiskmg storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. "A maiden knight—...me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to hreathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, Pure spaces... | |
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...o'er waste fens and windy fields. 60 A maiden knight — to me ia given Such hope, I know not fear; 1 yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joy that wiD not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams. Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odours haunt... | |
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...1 climb the height ; No branchy thicket shelter yields ; But blessed forms in whistling storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. A maiden knight — to me is givea Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to wreathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I... | |
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...thicket shelter yields; But blessed forms in whistlirig storms Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields. 6a A maiden knight — to me is given Such hope, I know...often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not cease, 6j Pure spaces clothed in living beams, Pure lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams;... | |
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